Henry slung his bag over one shoulder, ruffling his sister's hair as she spotted her friends - somehow - in the crowded hallway. She scowled and swatted his hand away, smoothing her hair. "Jerk," she muttered.
"Brat," he responded, grinning. She rolled her eyes at him and darted off.
He rubbed his eyes, stifling a yawn. He hadn't had a good night of sleep last night, because of the same weird dream he had been having, about him and some… others that he'd seen around the school, including some of his friends and his sister.
Araine slid into her usual spot among her friends, her typical smirk already plastered on her face. She listened to their usual banter while her mind wandered to other things… like the weird dreams she'd been having.